Page 62 of The Boss

“Does that mean you want me to spank you?” I grabbed her ass, squeezing it. She made a squeaking sound, and I laughed. “All right then.”

I carried her into her bedroom and dumped her onto the bed. She laughed and squealed as she bounced, the joyful sound making me wonder if I’d ever had a lover make sounds like that.

“Clothes off,” I ordered. “Do you have any belts?”

Her eyes went wide. “Um, yes, one, I think. It’d be on the top shelf in my closet with the things I don’t wear very often.”

“I’m going to get some…supplies. When I come back, I want you naked, on your stomach, and your ass in the air.”

Thirty-Nine

Ashlee

I tossedmy clothes toward the hamper I kept near the foot of my bed and rolled over onto my stomach. I had only the faintest idea of what was in store for me, but I was more than ready for it. I pressed my thighs together as I moved up onto my knees, the space between my legs throbbing.

“There you are,le soleil. Such a good girl.”

I kept forgetting to look that phrase up. I had an idea of what it might mean, but I didn’t want to think too much about what could be something as meaningless as any other overused endearment.

“This is going to hurt more than my hand did, but you’ll enjoy it just as much.”

I appreciated the honesty, but the way my stomach twisted at his words made me wonder if there was such a thing astoohonest when it came to stuff like this. Then again, that might’ve been the point, I realized. The anticipation could be a part of it. Like when he’d blindfolded me. He’d told me what he was going to do to me, but I hadn’t been able to see him. Every touch had been a surprise.

“Do you remember what you’re supposed to say if you want to end things?”

I wasn’t certain if I imagined the double meaning of his question, but either way, the answer was the same. “Beagle.”

I didn’t plan on saying it, but I appreciated the reminder that I had a way out if things got to be too much. I trusted him with sex; that hadn’t changed. At times over the past week, I’d wondered if he knew my body better than I did.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered. “You need to get out of your head, or this will just be pain. Focus past the pain to your other senses, the other sensations you feel.”

I closed my eyes and nodded, clenching my fists in an attempt to relax the rest of my body. The sound of cheap leather cutting through the air registered a moment before it cracked against my ass, and I cried out as bright pain burst across my skin. He’d hit horizontal rather than vertical like I’d expected, and it scrambled my brain for a moment. For some reason, that made it easier for my mind to break the sensations into categories and prepare for what came next.

Neither of us counted out loud, and I stopped keeping track after three. My hands kept flexing, wanting to grab on to something, and the muscles in my legs shook as my ass burned. I wouldn’t be able to come like this, but I couldn’t deny the moan that came out as many times as a cry. Over and over that belt came down, a rhythmic cadence to each stroke until I started pushing my body back, almost eager for more. Then, he stopped as abruptly as he’d started.

“Rest for a moment,” he said. He pressed his lips to the small of my back and gently lowered me to the bed, keeping me on my side to avoid friction on any extra-tender parts.

I opened my eyes but concentrated on breathing rather than looking around. We were far from done, and I wanted to stay in this headspace where things were warm and safe, even when there was confusion and pain. When I was like this, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I had no pressure on my shoulders, no decisions to make, no obligations or expectations. Logically, I knew that I placed most of those on my own shoulders but getting rid of them wasn’t as easy as most people would think. Having someone else take control of at least this aspect of my life was more appealing than I would’ve imagined.

“Roll onto your stomach and spread your legs.”

I did as he said, anticipation stoking the embers inside me to full flames.

“I always keep a few condoms in my wallet,” he said. “But lube isn’t something I generally have on hand. You’ll need to start keeping supplies here.”

My mind spun on what that last statement could mean. Was that his way of saying that he wanted this thing between us to continue? It didn’t sound like general advice, something to fill the silence, more like something specific he wanted me to–

Lube.

He chuckled. “Your entire body just tensed up.” He put his hand on the small of my back. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck your ass tonight. Just play a bit.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that any better than anal sex, but I hadn’t thought I’d enjoy being spanked either. I’d trust his judgment on what he thought I could handle and what I’d like. Still, my decision didn’t keep me from gasping when a finger went down my crack, stopping only to apply a cool gel I couldn’t quite identify.

“Vaseline works, but I prefer lube for anything more than a minor bit of playing.”

How the hell did he sound like he was carrying on a completely normal conversation while doing what he was doing?

Any other questions I might’ve had disappeared when he touched my clit. A light touch, it felt more like he was trying to shift my attention, and I let him. He started with circles, using just enough friction to keep me in the headspace I’d gone to when he’d spanked me. Ripples of pleasure moved outward along my nerves, reminding me of how good he could make me feel.

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